#wwords

i had a lot of fun making this! even though i screwed up the sound so its very quiet.

-from a multishipper pov (I did this for fun)

She stood over you. She wwas alwways so much taller than you. You alwways thought she wwas beautiful, a towwering daymare made manifest. But noww she’s not beautiful. 

Her blank, dead eyes bore into you and you cry out in fear and shame. You did this. You caused this. 

You wwake up screaming her name. Swweat drips from your skin as you sit up in bed, staring dowwn at your hands. They look so pale in the dark. 

“Eri?” It’s Cronus, standing in your doorwway, silhouetted by the hallwway light. “You ok?” 

You nod, wwiping the swweat from your face and reaching for your glasses.

“‘Nother nightmare?” He sounds so damn concerned, wwhy should he care?

You nod again before getting up and putting on your night shirt. He stands back from the door, letting you slip past him wwithout touching him. The twwo of you wwalk into the kitchen together. 

“Wvant some tea?” he asks and it’s so genuine that you blink in surprise.

“Didn’t knoww you kneww howw to make it,” you grumble, resting your cheek in your palm as you wwatch him rummage in the cabinets.

“Dad taught me,” he says simply and you knoww exactly wwhat he means. “I don’t usually drink it, but it’s nice wvhen you can’t sleep.” He turns to you. “Honey and camomile or sleepy time?” You hum for a moment before deciding.

“Honey and camomile.” He nods, pulling out twwo mugs and putting a tea bag in each. He puts the kettle on the stovve and turns on the burner. Cronus turns, leaning back against the counter to talk to you.

“Still nocturnal, huh?” It’s mostly a joke and he knowws it, but he still manages to frowwn.

“I guess,” he says. “Or maybe I just havwe insomnia or something.” He shrugs. You yawwn, running your tongue ovver your teeth. They’re just fuzzy enough to bother you. 

“Wwhy don’t you try looking for a night shift job?” you say, mostly just to fill the silence as the kettle starts to hum. His eyes are wwide wwhen he looks at you.

“I dunno wvhy I nevwer thought of that.” The kettle starts to hiss so he takes it off the burner and pours the wwater into the twwo mugs. He hands the one wwith fish scales to you and keeps the ‘Happy 13th Wwiggling Day!’ mug for himself. 

it is my job to research nd passivvely study the life forms i find it is my job to movve around nd nevver knoww a solid place to call my owwn it is my job to stand up for my kind nd pledge my life to the furtherin of our kind it is my job to protect the mothergrub it is my job to protect the younglings it is my job to keep us safe

nd ill do my job

ill do my job by endin wwars ill do my job by breakin my owwn pan ill do my job by stealin ill do my job by holdin my head up high wwhen i am threatened ill do my job by holdin my ground wwith my teeth bared

no one can control me no one can knoww me

Im lampmaxxing for halloween

i do not like the ship between melanie and folly (including dreamer folly). it makes me uncomfortable, because folly abused and traumatized melanie.

(context 1) (context 2)

I'm very unhappy about any harassment they may have received, but I'm glad they're off the internet. I only cross-posted to tumblr about the situation because she is equally active here, and straight up lied about the situation.

As much as I wish that she'd seek help, she is actively endangering minors. She needs to act like the adult that she is, and take responsibility for her actions, instead of just throwing a pity party.